Offering Salted Fish To Master

Sima Jiao had never had any good expressions. He felt pain and irritability all the time. The bad mood came from the illness inherited from the blood, the pain came from the spirit fire power that burnt in the body all the time, and the hostility came from the greed and malice conveyed by others.

Sometimes, he himself couldn’t control his emotions, and not restrain it.

While they got closer to Baifeng Mountain, Sima Jiao’s expression became increasingly gloomy and ugly. After reaching the bottom of Baifeng Mountain, they entered a barrier. The breath of Baifeng Mountain was no longer hidden, and Sima Jiao’s eyes turned blood red.

In the eyes of Master Yan, Baifeng Mountain was just a towering spirit mountain. Most of the spirit mountains in this world were the same, full of aura, full of vitality, and even with a holy atmosphere. But in Sima Jiao’s eyes, this fairy mountain-like spirit mountain was like purgatory, with deep resentment wrapped in crimson flames and shrouded on the mountain. A rare cry rushed into the sky, which made his head ache terribly.

“Just drop it here,” the cultivator of Nascent Soul stopped at the foot of the mountain, waiting for someone to come and pick up the baby girl.

People came soon. There were two cultivators, a man and a woman, dressed in flame-patterned clothes, with obvious disdain for Master Yan. The two of them were responsible for taking the child away and checking the bloodline. If the bloodline was strong, they would give him a very rich reward. If the bloodline wasn’t good, they would let him take the child back.

“Wait here first. You know the rules. Don’t walk around here and look around at will,” the female cultivator looked at Sima Jiao, as she was dissatisfied with his expression.

The middle-aged male who brought Master Yan over was very respectful to the two of them. Upon hearing this, he rebuked Sima Jiao and said, “Ignorant child, don’t offend Spiritual Mountain!”

“Spiritual Mountain?” Sima Jiao sneered suddenly, grabbed the middle-aged man in his hand, and the crimson flame instantly engulfed him.

The rest of the people present were shocked by the sudden situation. Master Yan was stunned. He sat on the ground and rolled to one side and curled up. The two cultivators holding the baby girl reacted quickly and prepared to notify the guards there. However, Sima Jiao didn’t give them a chance. The two couldn’t move or make a sound and froze in place.

Sima scorched one person, and then started to burn the other to ashes. He burned a Nascent Soul cultivator to death. It seemed easier than a mortal picking a flower. It scared the female very much.

When he looked at her again, the woman holding the child was already pale and her eyes were full of fear. Her cultivation level wasn’t low. She was a manager who had always lived like a fish in water. It was the first time she felt this terrible power. None of her powers and spiritual weapons could be used, and she was suppressed.

Even in her heart, she couldn’t afford to resist, she only felt that boundless fear had invaded the spiritual palace. She heard a voice in her mind telling her to obey this man’s orders.

How powerful was Sima Jiao’s spirit? He controlled the female cultivator and transformed himself into the appearance of the male cultivator and said, “Take me in.”

The female cultivator had no resistance. She held the child and led him to the interior of Baifeng Mountain. Baifeng Mountain was hidden and there were many barriers. Ordinary cultivators couldn’t notice the inner universe outside the outermost barrier. They entered the first barrier and reached the foot of Baifeng Mountain, which was only the outermost barrier. Only a recognized identity could enter the inner two levels of enchantment.

With Sima Jiao’s ability, he could certainly break through the barrier and make a big fuss, but if he stuns the snake (idiom) like that, it would delay the opportunity, and some “snakes, insects, rats and ants” would surely be able to come.

So he followed the female into the hinterland of Baifeng Mountain. No one stopped them and all the secrets there were open to him.

The red in Sima Jiao’s eyes became thicker, as if viscous blood melted in his eyes.

In the middle of Baifeng Mountain, countless palaces were opened for people to live in. Many people lived in them. The men and women had the smell of flames similar to that of Master Yan. These faint breaths gathered together and resonated with the spiritual fire in Sima Jiao’s body.

These people were from the Fengshan clan, but their blood was very weak.

The Fengshan clan started to promote pure blood reproduction very early, but after so many years, it was inevitable that some people were unwilling to listen to the opinions of their elders and left offspring with people of different races. It was these bloodlines that were recognized by the Fengshan people as the “impure ones” at the beginning, and they were left out. After many generations, they were found and gathered by those who were interested, forming such a place.

From the outside to the inside, the female cultivator who led the way wasn’t very high ranked, and couldn’t get to the innermost place yet, but Sima Jiao had seen enough.

In the middle of the mountain, he could feel the aura of the same origin from the outside to the inside, from weak to strong. So the more people living on the outside, the weaker the blood. This was like a prison with strict management.

Men and women lived together, and ambiguous moans one after another were heard. Everyone there probably grew up without the slightest heart of shame, as nakedness was everywhere. There was also a more spacious and secluded space, where many women lived. What they had in common was that they were pregnant. There were also many women giving birth in one place. The cry of the child was mixed with blood in front of Sima Jiao.

The people who managed were all wearing similar clothes. There were many qi-refining and foundation-building people dealing with the debris. The middle-level management personnel were mostly in the Nascent Soul and Soul formation. Sima Jiao could feel that it was a fit and a deep body. The cultivators in the refining period were guarding. And those with Fengshan bloodline, regardless of the strength of the bloodline, were all mortals, and no one had the cultivation potential.

If these people were regarded as any kind of animal, then this was a breeding farm. After all, this was how humans raised livestock.

“I, I can only take you till here…” The female stopped tremblingly.

Sima Jiao reached out and grabbed the female’s neck, burned her to ashes, brushed away the dust, and walked deep into the mountain.

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Master Yan at the foot of Baifeng Mountain didn’t dare to run. He squatted on the spot like a mushroom, looking nervously at Baifeng Mountain. He had poor qualifications and low cultivation level, and he was used to being pampered. At this moment, the cultivator who brought him here was killed. He couldn’t go back himself. So he could only sit in despair.